Ton of Feathers

Death’s falling on me like a ton of feathers -
Up to my ankles (wrecked, the docs can’t fix). 
Soon, belled, we lead the herd, but find we’re wethers…
It’s all far gentler than a ton of bricks.

Robin Helweg-Larsen

If you have any thoughts on this poem, Robin Helweg-Larsen  would be pleased to hear them.